>My crew was as carefully chosen as the disciples of Christ. And I will not tolerate stowaways. You will be flogged. And when we put into Cuba to resupply, God willing, you will be flogged some more, and then enslaved on the sugar plantations for the rest of your miserable lives. To the brig.
Don't care post mama citas, honka tittas, big lolitas, abuolitas, rapo chicas, gozandidas, armondillos, macro bonko tortillas!
>Don't blame me!>(whispering) I blame you